Wait . . .
Grian, Scar and Mumbo all sat on the snapping branch of Scars starter tree, the wind was unbearable but the trio didn’t mind, they knew their fait was coming soon. It was only a matter of minutes before the remaining floating clump of dirt, stone and bedrock was torn apart. Just like Xisuma’s base, just like Pearls base, just like everyone’s bases. They were all torn apart, ripped mercilessly in two and sucked into the large purple rift in the now torn up sky.
”Mumbo? What do you think will happen when our our fait finally comes, will we be lost forever? Or reborn into something new, a new race of creatures that were born from the rift?” Grian asked, turning to look at his moustachioed friend. Mumbo turned to look at him, a small, warm smile on his face. Grian was going to miss that smile when they were all gone. He’d known Mumbo for years, the thought of losing him made him tear up.
”Whatever happens happens I guess, we never know until it does. Grian when we die, I want whatever becomes of you to remember me, no matter if you just disintegrate into lines of messed up code, whatever happens I need that code to remember the memories.” Mumbo then turned to Scar, who was sat staring upwards at the large, gaping rift that would soon end their lives. “Scar, I want you to remember me as well, the same as I said to Grian, whatever happens happens, as long as we all remember eachother, it will all be ok.”
Wait . . .
The rift grew larger, swallowing up more of the sky like a hungry beast, waiting to consume its prey, Scar wondered what was going on in other servers, he knew all the small servers would be gone by now, the only remaining servers would be ones like Hypixel and DreamSMP, smaller and less safe servers will all be removed. Swallowed by the rift. A tear made its way to Scars left eye, slowly running down his face as he stared up at the sky.
”Grian, Mumbo, I’ll miss you all loads when we’re gone, but just know that you both hold a special place in my little heart, a place reserved for everyone on this server. I wish we spent our time together more sparingly, we all thought that if we died we’d just respawn. But now we know we can’t respawn after this..” Scar looked sad, Grian and Mumbo could tell he was. They all knew they’d die soon. That was just the sad truth.
Wait . . .
Mumbo turned his focus to the quickly expanding rift as the trio started to feel the branch get pulled towards it. Snapping sounds could be heard as the tree was getting pulled from its roots, the rift threatening to swallow it any second. Mumbo just wished the rift would stop being greedy, he wished it would of kept taking smaller offerings instead. But now it was taking full servers, separating friends and families and turning everything into a staticy sounding code soup.
Wait . . . You w a i t e d . . .
Grian smiled up at the sky, it was honestly a beautiful sight, despite the incoming doom hole that is the rift, it was very magnificent. Swirling shades of purple dancing in the sky, causing a large crack in the slowly dimming light. The whole void around them was tainted with a purple hue. It was almost fantasy like, if it wasn’t the end of the world he would of probably taken his sister Pearl here for a nice picnic. He couldn’t do that now though, Pearl was dead and there was no way to bring her back.
Suddenly the tree was uprooted, the trio held on to the branch, refusing to be seperated at death, they had all promised to die together and that wasn’t going to be spoiled by a tree branch. Loose bits of debris flung into their skin, causing large scrapes and bruises, but that didn’t matter, they were all going to die anyway. Nothing mattered anymore except for all being together when they died. The trio of Hermits didn’t want to die alone, they will die together.
Grian felt numb as the rift swallowed him whole, he expected to be turned into code but instead he was flung into a large pyramid, he started to wonder where he was, that was until he heard the voice of a certain Totem of Undying. It was Foolish Gamers.
You waited and you lived . . .
Mumbo fell into the rift, he felt staticy and glitchy, but the rift didn’t tear him apart. Mumbo felt himself go flying into some sort of red vine before stumbling down it and hitting his head on a sort of squishy, wet substance. He then realised what this substance was, it was flesh. He quickly stood up and wiped himself down with his hands, the red liquid staining his hands. He then hears a voice call out, turning around he sees a demon wearing a black hood enter the cavern. It was BadBoyHalo.
You waited . . .
Scar felt himself being ripped apart before being thrown onto some wooden planks, he felt a splinter prick into his skin as he stood up and looked around, the place seemed eerily familiar. But the most odd part about this is the fact that he was alive. Scar heard a voice from behind him, turning around, he instantly recognised the blonde haired man standing in front of him, it was TommyInnit.
This was never meant to go as planned . . .